Quote Originally Posted by salsabike
I was born in '53. At my 10th birthday party we saw a tape of Jack Ruby shooting Harvey Oswald.
You saw WHAT? And nowadays they give goodie bags. What are they thinking?

Seriously, though, what I remember of JFK's assasination is the sense (I was just 3 years old) that my parents felt powerless. That is a very scary feeling for a little kid. Then my dad died (of a brain tumor) in 1965, then RFK was killed, then MLK was killed, and it all seemed so crazy. There was that sort of cheesy song about "Have you seen my old friend John...Bobby....Martin..." in the '70s, but it summed it up for me. The 70s and 80s (for me) were a time of no living heroes, and a lot of science fiction.

Nobody's mentioned the moon walk--it was a hot summer night, July 9, 1969. We'd been at the pool in Des Plaines, and got the ultimate treat: Drumsticks. You know, the ice cream cone with vanilla ice cream dipped in chocolate and nuts? To tell the truth, since Mom never let us get those, I don't remember if that one time we actually did, or if the moon walk later that night was such a cool experience that my memory just threw in a bonus memory of Drumsticks at the pool! But we came home and stayed up really late to watch Neil Armstrong take his first steps on the moon. Amazing. One of my favorite movies is A Walk On the Moon, about that summer.